We trust the gift of sight as truth and always we believe that what we see is reality

Beyond mortal vision lies the truth to our addiction

Controlling all that we desire

Peer into the absolute to see reality destitute

The primal source of the wicked

Evil lurks outside the edges beyond my perception

The cosmic eye feigned as my conception

Impossible optical illusion

Into the mirror I am repeated infinitely

And I am placеd into the abyss

Infeasible mеntal delusion

This eye is not my own

In reflections it dwells

It’s gaze guides me to wicked sins

Returns to me in swells

(Solo - Allen)

The voice is not my own

In refractions it dwells

This voice guides me to the ending

Returns to me in swells

(Solo - Pugh)

(Solo - Allen)

I trust the gift of sight as truth and always I believe that what I see is reality

Beyond mortal vision lies the truth to my addiction

Controlling all that I desire

Into the mirror

I am the Droste observer

And I am placed into the abyss